Gather (an inRL story, kind of)

inRL postcardsIscriptsit on the floor of my striped rug, the one with my favorite colors and see us gathered in His hands. I share with women who sit on the couch where my kids plop down and I pile up my unfolded laundry each week. I lean my back against cool plaster wall and hear the familiar story–completely personal and perfectly unique and totally all of ours all at once.

We gather, our heart’s cry to be loved.

We gather, the voice of our own broken heart.

We gather, desperate to be pursued and loved, yet also called to love and to be the pursuer.

Oh, girl, I know. I know.

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I invite people He brings into my home for the incourage (in)RL conference, on Saturday. I am excited to meet women I’ve never met. They register their names on the meetup site to tell me they are coming. In addition to four dear friends–some of whom I get to see face-to-face too seldom–one of the three brave strangers comes. And there is something amazing about opening up your home–your heart–and saying come on in. I don’t know you yet–but He does–and I trust Him, so I will welcome you and love you, too.

And, oh, girls, how He gathers, doesn’t He? We aren’t strangers here. Not at all.

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I write this post with my throat aching like it does when the tears come. I pray before I write that He gives me words–that I speak His heart . . .always, His heart. And I am learning now, in the emails I receive from sisters who receive Loop but who may never comment on this here blog . . . there are women whom He loves who just–oh, Father–simply, need to know they are loved.

But letting ourselves be known and loved is just not so easy, sometimes, is it?

Oh, girl. I type these words for you. We can’t all come into each other’s living rooms when we want to. We can’t all see each other face to face . . . until that one day, girl. Until that one day–that will, indeed, come–and we can.

But until then, there is loneliness, and there is fear. There is isolation and sadness of heart. There is frustration and self-condemnation and suffering and hiding.

Oh, Father, get us out of hiding. Show us where You are.

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But, girl–you, here, behind the screen–I write to you. I write to you because I know what it is like to feel alone and what it is like to hide. I know what it is like to want to be someone completely different than I am. I know what it is like to strive and yearn and do almost anything–anything–to be loved.

I wish you could have come on over to my home on Saturday. I wish you could have walked up my bumpy driveway, with the faded chalk art and up the three steps to the porch of my little gray house. I wish I could have opened up the door and seen your face and welcomed you in with the biggest hug, His arms wrapped around us both.

I wish I could have prayed with you and offered you a vanilla bean cupcake with frosting piled high. I wish I could have heard you tell your story and share with you mine. I wish I could have told you how community can scare me because I don’t know what it will require. I wish I could have told you I am so thankful you are here, in all your broken wholeness. I wish we could share together the details of why we are so desperate for Him and thankful for the way He heals. Oh, girl, yes, He heals.

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I wish I could have heard what you love to do for fun, what makes your heart beat fast, and what fears come in the night. I wish I could have seen your smile, the sparkle in your eyes when you share what you love most, and the movement of your hands. I wish I could have heard the sound of your voice and been blessed by just being with you. Oh, girl, you would bless me.

You bless.

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But for now, I lay on the floor in the dark, my hands on these keys in the front room where I would have first let you in. And you are here now. For real. Because He does amazing things and knows how to gather, for real, even if it is just behind a screen right now.

Maybe, this moment, we hold as a gift . . .because more is just around the corner for us, friend.

He is enough.

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And someday, friend, I will get to see you. And we will hold hands and sing loud and there will be no distance, no separation, no disunity.

We will be one. In real Life.

I can hardly wait.

What is the hardest thing or most beautiful thing about community, for you? I would so love to hear your heart. We can also connect over at You Are My Girls community, on Facebook. . . and you can see the photo of the six of us, on Saturday! :)

Love,

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Girl, Unleashed

[T]here is something, dear friend, that gets that heart of yours to stir.

What is it?

What glory — in Him — will unfold, as you claim how you were uniquely, perfectly, made?

I’m over at Sisters in Bloom today talking about desire and how the Father is so excited to reveal more of Himself in you.

Can you imagine His excitement as you discover, with Him, how He made you love to do and pursue certain things?

Whatcha waiting for? . . . Head on over to Sisters in Bloom and let me know, dear sister, what is it that He is calling you to . . . right now.

Buckle up.

You, girl, are about to be unleashed!

Night-Morning Light

I will taste You in the morning, when I rise, moonlight still what beckons, darkness covering.

Your light guides me. I will walk these roads and know the way.

Father, the moon still up and beautiful, do You see me?  I run, this early morning, Your words, Your song in my heart.

Let me taste this and see You.  Let me spread this heart wide to this day, all unfolding, all possibilities, to start over.

All newness, with You.

There is sunlight coming.  I know it, Your light never failing, Your warmth always here.

I speak the words of Isaiah —  ”No longer will you have the sun for light by day, nor for brightness will the moon give you light. But you will have the Lord for an everlasting light, and your God for your glory” (Isaiah 60:19).

And I run into Your arms, stretched wide for me, and You hold tight and let go and continue running too, enjoying the morning breaking, right by my side.

Can you see Him, girls?  He is not far away, something or someone to conjure up.  He breathes this air, holding tight to your hand.  He is with you now, whether you feel like He is or not.  Amazing and beautiful, right?

JourneyTowardsEpiphany  (Praying for sweet Emily.)

What do you love?

I have to remember who and what I love in order to love Him well.

I remember the first time my husband asked me what I love.  Married for almost 14 years, sharing adventures together living on both sides of the country, partnering to raise three children — he then suddenly asks me what I love.  My reaction startles me:  I am anxious, distrusting, defensive.  Why does he ask, “What do I love?” . . . .

I am thrilled to be guest posting today over at sweet Christina’s beautiful and encouraging place MommaDaybyDay.  Click HERE to head on over there and read more!

So we can connect further, would you also like to join me over at You Are My Girls Community?  I would love to connect with you over there :)

Through the Fog

I will grab Your hand, Father.  Give me eyes to see.  Fog blankets this suburb, and I push quietly, gently, through.  I will see today.  I will see.  There may not be many words.  But there is a choice here; and each action, each decision, is a movement with — or away — from You.

“Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls” (Matthew 11:29).

I thank You for how you let me go — and wait — longing for my return.

You help me recognize for what, for Whom, I long.  But it is always up to me to choose.  And today, I remember what You said the last time I ran out into the morning –  sullenness,  hardness, anger framing this dark heart.  You cradled this beating heart in Your hands, reforming, softening this hardened clay, reminding me to look for what You’ve done.

“He brought me up out of the pit of destruction, out of the miry clay, And He set my feet upon a rock making my footsteps firm” (Psalm 40:2).

 There is beauty already here.

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And simply this: I will keep looking.

Linking up today with Emily, at Chatting at the Sky — encouraged, by her, to see these gifts He gives, with open eyes, hearts, lives.

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Join me in looking? What are you choosing to see today?

Remembering What is True

Remember . . .

you were designed for Me to love, to hold, to walk with, to breathe on with My life, the way I first did when I designed you and I walked with you in the garden.

I long to walk with you in our garden.

For whom do you think you were made? For whom do you yearn?  What do you desire?

Do you forget . . .

I am the One who teaches you the shape of your heart, what you love, what brings you joy, whose hand you need to hold only to rise each day?

I am never alone.  I am community, and that community is your home, too –  for you to fall into, to lay your ahead against, from which to both gain strength and rest.

Do you want to lay your head upon My breast so I can touch your face, My arms wrapped around you?  I long to keep you safe here, for no matter where you go, what courage you require to walk with Me, it takes the most courage to lay down all that I’ve given you just so you can receive it.

My love, My heart beats for you –  not needing you to love Me for Me to go on, but longing for you to see how much you are loved, how I know exactly what you need.  For I made you to walk with Me, not alone — not ever thinking you have something to achieve, to earn, to share a seat beside Me, with My children.

You are worthy because you are mine.

I run to you when You leave me and then return, and My heart yearns for you when you are gone.  I miss you when you leave, when your heart turns and you think you can do things on your own.  Because that is not what is best for you, child.  But I do not direct your mind, your heart; those are yours to leave at the table, to walk away from the heart that beats for you and find your own way.  You will find your own way, but I long for it to not be a hard road for you to find your way back to Me, because that is what you will always miss until we are united again.

You will miss Me.

You will miss the One who created you when we are not together because you are made to be connected to Me.  And that is not a flaw, a weakness, but a strength, for I long to give you everything, to not withhold any love from your heart.

I don’t withhold My love.

So come, child, receive what I have so your thirst can be satisfied.  Your independence tears you away.  Dependence on Me is your strength, your resource for life to the full.

Come away with Me now.  My arms are open and ache to hold you.  I have so much in store for you.  I can’t wait for you to see.

Little Girl Hearts, See What’s In Store

The room fills with the melody of voice, women’s voices — Your girls — longing to be heard.

We search to articulate those deepest desires, the long-ago dreams of little girls who were told they were beautiful — or who weren’t. Who were told they could do anything — or they couldn’t.   We share the messages of parents who said they were praying for our future husband, for the man who would bring completeness to the family unit we sought someday.  We feel the weight of  good intentions placed upon young shoulders –  dreams for community, success, love, high self-esteem.  And the shoulders of little girls sag, too fragile to yet bear the load.

Who is she, Father, this little girl you see?

My friend shares her desire, as a young girl, for the world beyond what she could conceive of with her senses, what she could see with her eyes and feel with her touch.  Fairies and magic and the wonder of possibility — her young heart was where You planted in her a thirst for You, a craving for more than what this life could bring.  Her young heart knew there was  more here, in this world, than what we readily see.

The stirrings of what You plant help us seek You.  But sometimes, Father, we let the other messages of this world — the message that all we need must be right here, right now –  get in the way of seeing what beauty and possibility You bring.

Oh, keep our eyes on You, Father.  Show us the Life details You see.

In this group of Your girls, we speak of desire –  of the unique way we are each made by You to love certain things, partner with You in Your joy when we enter in to certain situations.  My friend’s desire for a family to care for, a husband to share her life with, to embark with on this life adventure You’ve given her, made the waiting for this future husband hard.  Years stretched by, and she waited on You, knowing You would be faithful, that You had good things in store.  Her young heart knew You, knew You were good, but oh, Father, how we can take these desires You give, and make them different than what You intend.

In that pursuit of the desire You’ve placed in us we can overlook the other possibilities You bring, the other gifts You have for us, the other adventures You have for us to partner with You and see Your face.  In effect, we miss You.   We look far off, not seeking You to see what You have in store for us, right now. We believe the good of the Life You bring in the future, knowing that we will be thirsting for You until our journey here  is complete.  We look to the day when we see You in Your fullness — when we are in our fullness — and our new eyes meet Your beautiful face.

And the desires You have put on our heart for You can be good, can be full of Your love and hope.  (Desire for a husband is good, the gifts You have given us to use for Your glory are good.)  But believing that one thing is everything, that the pursuit of these desires  is the act of pursuing You makes an idol out of our desires. Our pursuit of what we think we want becomes more important to us than You.

My friend shares so beautifully her recognition, in her ten plus years of waiting,  that she was looking for You in just one place.   Her desire for her husband, the man You would bring, was distracting her from the gifts You were laying before her, opportunities to stretch and try out the talents You had already given. For each of us You offer chances for us to uncover more of what You see in us.   You long to show us the stunning, unique beauty which You see –  the beauty and hope that, through partnering and trusting You, is only ours to give.

What do You see in us now, Father?  What heart that You’ve already placed in us do You long for us to discover, to know, and pursue?

Little girl hearts reaching for maturity in Christ, we seek You, Father.  We trust You with these deepest desires, these longings we have, for You.   Search our hearts and help us to discern what we might be holding on to too tightly, where we aren’t trusting You, how we might be missing what You have for us, in this moment.

We confess we can be distracted by thoughts of the future, longings for what You might have for us ahead.  Help us to be present with You.  Help us to see these little girl hearts that long to see what You see, celebrate the beauty in us that You perceive and that You invite us to step into now.  Help us to partner with You, to see and jump into what You have put before us, the possibilities for beauty and adventure and Life.

You do not withhold Your love from us. You give us everything we need right now.  Yes, there will be a future with You where temptations to not trust You will fall away and we will live never forgetting that there is no separation from our hearts and Yours.   You are after us, You have come for us, You tirelessly pursue us.  Let our desires be Yours. 

 

If I could, I would . . .

If I could, I wouldn’t be stressing about what is the right thing to say now, wanting so much for my heart to communicate the deepest truths of me, the yearning of my heart, yet wanting to be satisfied and filled with His faith that I can do all things with Him who strengthens me, that I am completely satisfied with who I am and my circumstances.

But if I could, I would have Him use me to carry His words in me out to the women who need to hear them, to have the words He shares in me bring blessing and healing–that women who think they need to be more than who He made them to be see the beauty that He sees in them, the delight He has in them, the stunning radiance He thinks they project when He looks in the eyes of His beloved, His daughter, His adored.

If I could, I would spread His heart out to the women sitting in silence, alone, isolated and trapped in the fear of not telling their stories, of feeling condemned in their shame, feelings of inadequacy, feelings of guilt about choices they’ve made or what has been done to them.

If I could, I would be His voice for the desperate, the despairing–communicate with His heart, despite language barriers, to where He calls me, following His footsteps without hesitation, no mater what the cost.

And, Father, I will do that, because I can, if I have Your heart, if it is Your will.

Sisters, here is what I churned out, tears streaming, when I let my typing fingers go for five minutes in response to Lisa-Jo’s 5-minute Friday prompt “If I could, I would”, at the Gypy MamaI so long to hear your story, that deepest yearning of your heart–the words that are either pushed down deep or that lay waiting, eager to be expressed, just on the tip of your tongue, longing for the opportunity to get out.  You have a story; you have a voice; you matter. I long to hear you, He longs to hear you get it out.  Just five minutes.  If you have a blog, would you like to go on over to Lisa-Jo’s and post your 5-minute words there and let me know?  And if you don’t have a blog, would you like to post your heart-thoughts in a comment here, so we can connect?

His love to you,

Jennifer